1 comments/ 70730 views/ 11 favorites Kathleen Meets The Client Ch. 01 By: Andi23 My name is Tom. I have been married to Kathleen for 10 years. I am 6'3 and 210 pounds and I make a real effort to stay in shape. I make a pretty good living as a sales rep for a manufacturer just outside Cleveland. I married my high school sweetheart when I was 19. Two years later my son Robert was born. When Robert was eight years old, my first wife went away for a weekend and never returned. My world was upside down. I could no longer accept out of town assignments and my normal workday now included being home for my son. It made me grow up quickly. Fortunately for me, there was Kathleen. About the time Robert was 5 my wife would use Kathleen as a baby sitter on a regular basis. At that time Kathleen was a freckle face, flat chested 14 year old with a tough home life. Her dad left when she was young and her mother tried her best to keep things going, but she drank too much and too often to keep a real job. The money that Kathleen earned helped out at home, but I think the good part for her was that babysitting gave her a place to go. When my wife left, I turned to Kathleen. At seventeen, she was mature beyond her years and she did a pretty good job playing mom to Robert and keeping the house in order while still attending high school. For about three years, we continued on as a sort of family. Kathleen and I seemed to be on the same page regarding almost every issue. We would often talk till late at night. Kathleen had her own room and I never really considered her as anything more than that little girl that took care of my son. On the rare occasion that I would date, Kathleen would always be there to talk when I got home. Since she was always available whenever I needed her to watch Robert, I guess I started taking her for granted. On the evening of her 20th birthday, it dawned on me that I had never seen or met any of Kathleen's friends. I asked her if she had any plans for her birthday, and when she said she was going to stay home and read a good book that she had just purchased. I started to tease her that she needed to get a life. In her hurt little voice I can still remember her telling me that she had everything she wanted right here. At that point I started feeling guilty, so I asked her if I could treat her to diner at one of the better places in town for her birthday. Her response was that she had nothing to wear and I quickly assured her that I thought many of her outfits would be more than appropriate. On that basis, she agreed to our date if I would give here time to find something appropriate to wear. I used the time to make reservations at the best steakhouse in town before I got ready. Within half an hour Kathleen was ready. I was astonished as she came out of her room dressed in a low cut evening dress that came just above her knees and cut so low in front that I could see about half of her soft breasts. It was obvious that I had never taken a real look at this beautiful young lady that was almost 12 years my junior. At 5'4 and about 115 pounds, she appeared to be all women. I kept wondering how I had never noticed her before. Needless to say we had a very wonderful evening. I managed to get through the evening supporting a huge hard on without so much as a goodnight kiss at the end of the evening. After that night things started changing. There were the little touches as we passed each other, and there was more casual time spent together both with and without my son. We spent almost a year, each trying to come to terms with our reality and our feelings for each other. Just before her 21st birthday, I finally got up the courage to seduce her. She was a willing participant with a lot to learn. Three months later we were married. We have added two more sons to our family, and Robert has both a mom and a big sister in Kathleen. We moved to a bigger house with a pool and with a few promotions along the way I have done a pretty good job of taking care of us. That brings me to today. I am 43, still in pretty good shape and working more than I would like. Kathleen is 32 and totally devoted to our three sons. Other than work related outings, we don't get out much and I still don't think that Kathleen has any real friends. About a year ago, I started teasing her that she should get out more. She always seemed to ignore me or change the subject. Our sex life was good, but like the rest of our lives it had become pretty routine. I kept dropping hints that I wanted her to expand her horizons in the bed room. After about six months of getting nowhere, I finally asked Kathleen if she had ever noticed another man. When she said she saw them all the time, I pushed and asked bluntly if any of them had ever turned her on. She started to cry and told me that I was all she ever wanted. I finally convinced her that I was not interested in being with other woman, but that I would find it to be a big turn on if she were to have sex with another man and then tell me all about it. After another case of crying hysterics, that is where I left it. From time to time I would bring it up, but her standard response was that if that person ever came along, we could talk about it. I knew that it would never happen. I am going to let Kathleen tell you the rest of the story, because somehow I always manage to get it a little bit wrong. It was three o'clock on a Saturday afternoon. Tom had been working for weeks on a presentation for a new client. He came to bed about 2 in the morning and muttered something about a great idea and that he was ready for the big presentation. By 9 this morning it became obvious to me that Tom was really sick and that his presentation this evening would have to wait. He kept insisting that he could manage it. By noon, he finally relented and called his boss Henry. Together they tried to prepare Henry for the presentation as the client was from out of town and this would be their only opportunity to meet face to face and beat the competition. A few minutes before three, Tom told me that he felt Henry would be able to pull this off but that I would have to meet Henry and the client to bring all the materials for the presentation. I was in a panic as I didn't know what to wear or how I would come across so as not to mess this up for my husband. Tom just assured me that I would do fine if I was just myself. I spent 3 hours agonizing over my responsibility. I got dressed 3 times before I finally settled on a button down blouse and medium length skirt with matching jacket. I wore sensible heals and combed out my shoulder length blonde hair and put on just a touch of make-up. By 6:30, I had loaded all the materials in the car and headed off to the restaurant where I was supposed to meet Henry. As I walked into the restaurant with my arms loaded I recognized Henry in a big corner booth with what I assumed were the clients. As I got to the table Henry introduced me to Frank and his wife Joan. I asked Henry where he would like the presentation materials. To my surprise Henry looked at me in a bit of confusion and said that he thought I would be joining them. Not knowing what to do, I managed to say something about Tom not feeling well and the kids needing their dinner. Quickly realizing that I was saying the wrong thing, I ended by saying that I was sure Tom could handle the home front and that I would be glad to join them. As I slid in next to Henry, Frank took the liberty of ordering a round of drinks. As I sipped my martini, Henry and Frank discussed business and Joan just seemed to sit quietly as though it was something she was used to. I had known Henry for probably 15 years and in all that time he had always been nice to me but I felt like I never really knew him. He had been Tom's boss for most of that time. As I really looked at him for the first time, I saw a well-dressed man in his mid-fifties with graying hair and a bit of a belly. I understood from what Tom had told me that his third marriage had just ended in divorce. Frank on the other hand was probably a little older than Henry. He appeared to be just over 6 feet tall with a very good physique and an ability to make everyone feel like he was your best friend. On top of all those qualities he was one of those rare men that I would truly consider handsome. His wife Joan was just stunning. My best guess put her at about 5'2 and 105 pounds. She had long black hair and a dark complexion. I wondered to myself if she could really be as young as she appeared. I finally figured her to be close to my age, which would make her about half the age of her husband. I was startled out of my little session by Frank who asked me what I thought of all this business stuff. I had no choice but to be honest when I said that I was simply the delivery girl and had nothing to do with putting it together. He just smiled and said that Joan and I probably had a lot in common then. He went on to say that he appreciated the work that had gone into the project and from what he had seen; he hoped we would be seeing more of each other. Not knowing what that meant, I said I would like that. Frank then excused himself to go to the restroom. When he returned, Joan shifted her seat to be directly across from Henry, leaving her husband facing me. Frank started right in with small talk. He wanted to know all about me and my interests. He sounded genuinely interested when I told him about my typical day with three kids. By the time dinner was served, I was feeling a bit out of it from all the alcohol. I was not used to consuming so much and I was just hoping that my slurred speech was not obvious. Diner was incredible and I ate ravenously. Before desert was served, Joan and I went to the powder room and upon my return, found myself sitting next to Frank. I felt a bit better after eating, but the drinks kept coming and the conversation seemed to be focused on me. During the middle of one of my long winded responses, I felt something rubbing my knee. I looked down to see Frank's hand resting on my leg. I pulled away instantly because what he was doing was inappropriate. It somehow seemed even more wrong with his wife sitting right there. I looked Frank in the eye and he just smiled. After the next round of drinks, it happened again. This time I knew for sure that it had not been an accident and I desperately needed to find an excuse to leave but I knew this was important to both Tom and Henry, so I just scooted over to the far edge of my seat and hoped for an opportunity to leave. Another drink arrived and this time while Joan was talking, Frank reached over and grabbed my knee again. This time he looked me right in the eye and gave me a look that said I dare you to make a scene. I knew this was so wrong and I didn't know what to do. I looked at Henry but he appeared to be mesmerized by Joan. I had to think of something but all the drinking seemed to have drowned my senses. My response was a weak smile. My lack of a response seemed to give Frank permission to push further. He started running his left hand a few inches up and down my outer thigh. I had to admit that what he was doing felt good, but I also knew that I couldn't allow this man to go any further, especially with his wife sitting right there. With Henry and Joan lost in conversation, Frank moved his hand to the hem of my skirt and for the first time he touched my bare skin. I cringed as he started rubbing the same place on my thigh that had previously been covered by my skirt. I wanted to scream for him to stop but I knew that this was an important client for my husband. This time he ran his fingers along my outer thigh until he reached my panties. With each time he moved forward, he reached just that much further under my skirt. I froze in complete panic at what this man was doing. I let out a sigh of relief as he moved his hand back to my knee but that was short lived as he reached just a little further and started massaging my inner thigh. Other than my Husband, no one had ever touched me like this before and I was starting to wonder how I would be able to stop this from going any further. As he reached up under my skirt, he kept giving me that look that said I better let him have his way. Before I knew it, he had reached the leg band for my panties. Instead of squeezing my legs together, I looked at my tormentor and meekly shifted so that my legs were spread farther apart. Frank used the opportunity to run his fingers up and down my panties. He was rubbing my pussy thru my white cotton panties with his wife sitting 4 feet away. I was paralyzed to do anything to stop him. About that time, Henry's phone rang. As he talked, I figured out that it was Tom calling to see if I was alright because I hadn't returned home. Henry handed me the phone across the table as he said ask her yourself. I took the phone and looking right at Frank while I assured Tom that I was having a wonderful evening and that I would be home a little late. During the entire conversation with my husband, Frank was feeling me up through my panties and I did nothing to stop him or to tell Tom. When I went to give Henry his phone back, I realized that Henry had taken Joan onto the dance floor in the main part of the restaurant, leaving me all alone with this man set on using my body as his own personal plaything. Fight as I might, I realized that I was getting wet between my legs and if he didn't already know it, Frank would soon realize that I was getting his fingers wet. I looked around the restaurant for some way to end this, only to realize that Frank was the only other person within 50 feet of this damsel in distress. At that moment I forced my legs together. My hope was that it would end the game Frank was playing with my crotch. Instead, all I did was pin his left arm tightly between my legs with his fingers rubbing up and down my pussy. In addition I think I made Frank even more determined because he gave me that look again that said I better not get in his way. Obediently I scooted down on the chair and lifted my skirt to within about 2 inches of my wet pussy. This allowed me to spread my legs even further for Frank's pleasure. Instead of being grateful he looked at me in displeasure and said "Remove them". Now I was terrified. I blurted out that we were in a public place and that his wife was only a few feet from us. Without so much as an ounce of consideration, he grabbed the crotch of my panties and gave a mighty pull as he said "Take them off". Frank was acting like a child that always got what he wanted. I started to protest and then thought better of it. I lifted my rear end off the booth, reached under my skirt and took the band of my white cotton panties and slowly pulled them down. First I removed my panties over my right leg and then over my left leg. I quickly put my soaked panties in my purse and then resumed my position with my left knee up against Frank's leg and my right knee against the far end of the booth. This time as Frank reached between my legs he had unobstructed access to my entire womanhood. He proceeded to run his fingers through my pubic hair and spread me open with two fingers. This whore came the moment he spread my lips. Fighting as hard as I knew how, I was letting this man use me and I lost it with a juicy orgasm that drenched his fingers, my skirt and the chair I was sitting in, and he hadn't even penetrated my pussy. That last bit of modesty ended quickly as I was coming down from my orgasm, Frank slid two fingers into my wet hole. He stopped only when his fingers were fully inserted. He then preceded to finger fuck me to a second orgasm. I could not believe what was happening in this public place. I was being used by this man that I had only met this evening and there seemed to be nothing I could do to stop him. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, the song ended and Henry and Joan returned to the table. I am not so sure what Henry saw, but Joan looked right at my exposed pussy with her husband's fingers sticking in me and said, hope you two are having fun. Thinking there was going to be a big scene; I tried to pull my skirt over the evidence while trying to sit up. Frank just held me in place and the conversation at the table went on as if nothing were happening to me. In desperation, I asked Henry to take me home. Before he could respond, Joan spoke up, saying that when Frank was done with me, he would be glad to drive me home. I was dumbfounded. Here was this beautiful woman, giving her husband permission to touch me between my legs and no one was going to stop him. By this time I was convinced that Henry and every waiter in the place knew what was going on under the table. Just as I got up the courage to beg for decency, Joan and Henry again left for the dance floor and left me alone to deal with Frank and with the fact that I was soaking wet in spite of myself. With his fingers still wedged in my cunt, Frank calmly said, now it is my turn. When I asked him what he meant by that, he told me in no uncertain terms that he wanted me to remove his cock from his shorts and get him off. I started to plead with him and all he did was remind me that he was in charge. I tried to tell him that I couldn't do this in a public place. His response was to say OK, I will drive you home. Thinking I had won, but not being sure I hadn't just blown the opportunity with this client, I waited patiently as Frank went and got Henry and Joan. He paid the bill and we headed for our cars. As I reached for my car keys, Joan suggested that maybe I was in no condition to drive and that she and Frank would see that I got home safely. Against my better judgment, and feeling the cool air against my wet naked pussy, I reluctantly conceded because I knew that I had had too much to drink. Frank opened the back door to his expensive rental and after thanking Henry for a wonderful evening slid in beside me as he handed Joan the keys. As Joan started the car, Frank unzipped his slacks and said that we were no longer in a public place. I tried to get help from Joan because this was all wrong and except for my husband I had never seen or touched another man's cock. Joan laughed and told me that Frank liked it if I licked him clean after he came. I meekly reached over and took hold of Frank's dick with my right hand while I tried to remove his slacks and shorts with my left. With a little help from Frank I managed to get him undressed while I kneeled on the floor in front of him with my legs painfully bent. Having succeeded in releasing his cock, I was truly not ready for what came next. In the dim light of the street lights, I could see this rock hard monster that must have been 10 inches long and as thick around as my wrist protruding from his forest of pubic hair. The head was a dark angry purple and the shaft was bursting in bright red veins. It had to be the ugliest thing I had ever seen and now I was going to have to service it as his whore. I reached slowly forward and took his prick in both hands. I circled it as best I could with my fingers and started rubbing up and down. As Frank let out a moan, I used my left hand to lift his balls as I started massaging the underside of his hairy sack. About the time I could feel him starting to cum, Frank said "Suck IT". I was not about to comply with this request because the few times I had done it for Tom had ended badly and I wasn't going to insert this ugly thing in my mouth with his wife watching. I hadn't realized that the car had stopped until from the front seat, Joan guided my head toward her husband's groin. I had no choice but to open my mouth and start sucking. Bobbing my head up and down as I took his shaft into my throat while I used my fingers to play with his balls, it took about ten minutes before I felt Frank cumming. I could feel his hot jism shoot up his shaft and into my mouth. Kathleen Meets The Client Ch. 01 Ignoring the salty taste of this man's cum, I knew I had better swallow what he gave me. When he was done, I obediently used my tongue to clean his cock and to remove the sticky sperm from his balls. About that time the door to the car opened. Joan had gotten out and had opened the door for me to get out. When I looked past her, I quickly realized that we were in my driveway and that my abuse was over. Without so much as a wave, I gathered my things and ran to the front door. As they drove away, I realized that my problems were just beginning and that I had no idea what to tell Tom or what to expect from him. Fortunately for me Tom was still not feeling well and after getting the kids taken care of had probably gone to bed. Then I realized that it was almost three o'clock in the morning. I freshened up, paying special attention to wiping away any evidence of Frank on my face and hair and any evidence of my own orgasms left between my legs. I crawled into bed next to my husband and lay there wide awake. What was going to happen? How could I tell him? What if I said nothing and Frank or Henry brought it up? I was feeling trapped and no answer seemed to come to me. I certainly couldn't tell him I had done it for him to get this big client. I finally fell asleep as the morning sun started coming through the window, firm in the knowledge that I had to keep this a secrete or risk losing everything that mattered to me. When I woke, Tom was busy with breakfast for the kids. As I walked into the kitchen he handed me a cup of hot coffee and a note. He smiled and pointed to the vase of roses on the kitchen table and said you must have been a good girl. I waited till the kids went off to play before I opened the note. It said "To a lovely lady with a great attitude" signed Frank Tom was all over me to find out what that meant. I couldn't think of anything to say that made sense so I said nothing. At that point he informed me that Frank had called and that he was giving us the contract. He also said something about seeing a lot more of each other. In the joy of the moment, Tom forgot about the note. As we were getting seconds on the coffee Tom went out for the morning paper and came back with a concerned look as he asked me where I had left the car. I took the easy way and started to cry. I kept saying I was sorry and begging him to forgive me. It was at least a half hour before Tom could get me to stop crying and calm down enough to make sense of what I was saying. At that point I decided that I was out of options and that I had to tell my husband the truth. He just sat there and listened to all the sordid details of my night as Frank's play toy. When I was done, and trying again to tell him I was sorry, he just took me in his arms and said I Love You. When I told him that I didn't understand how he could forgive me so quickly, he suggested that I think back to what he had been asking of me for the past year. He went on to say that he had hoped that my being with another man would have been my choice and not something that was forced on me. He continued that with this new client, we would probably be seeing a lot more of Frank and Henry and if that was going to be a problem for me, he would gladly turn down the new opportunity. I assured him that being forced was the only way I would ever have been with another man. I couldn't have dreamed of a better ending as I took my husband in my arms and after telling him how much I loved him, I told him that since we were both being honest that I had one more thing to confess. When he asked me what that was I stood up tall and said in a meek little voice "I kinda liked how I felt when Frank was using me" To be continued Kathleen Meets The Client Ch. 02 Life returned to normal after Tom and I spent most of the day Sunday talking about everything from feelings about what had happened to me, to how we might move forward in the future. By Wednesday I was starting to feel pretty good about myself when I got a phone call from Tom. He wanted to be sure I was OK with Frank and Henry after what had happened because Frank was coming to Cleveland on Thursday to sign all the papers and he planned to spend the weekend here with his wife. Tom went on to say that they were going to take Frank and his wife to the club on Friday night and if weather permitted, he would like to invite them for a pool party on Saturday. All I could do was ask if my presence would be required on Friday evening as I would need to find a sitter for the kids and something to wear. Feeling like I was looking for an excuse, Tom said that it would be nice if there was another woman there beside Joan. Then as if he were reading my mind, he said that it would be casual and something similar to last Saturdays skirt and blouse would be appropriate. We had been to a number of events at the club. We were not official members, but the company sponsored a number of events there. Some of them were very elaborate while others were more along the lines of a backyard barbeque. I assured my husband that I was a big girl and that I would be by his side in whatever he chose to do. Knowing that we would be spending both Friday evening and Saturday with Frank put me in a complete panic. After assuring my husband that I was OK, I looked at it realistically and new that I was anything but OK. I spent Thursday and Friday preparing for our Saturday back yard event. I had shopping to do, food to prepare, a house to clean and I still had to find a Friday night sitter for the 2 boys. I guess staying busy helped keep my mind off dealing with my feelings and the time went quickly. Friday afternoon, Tom called to ask if I could find my way to the club as he and a few of the guys were taking Frank out for drinks after work. As Friday evening approached I decided on a skirt similar to the knee length one that I had worn last Saturday night. I then chose a little nicer button down blouse that was a bit more revealing and my three inch heels. I treated myself to a nice hot bath and then without knowing if I would have time to shave for my Saturday bathing suit, I decided to shave my pubic hair. Instead of stopping at the bikini line, I proceeded to remove all the blonde hair from between my legs. When I was finished and examining myself in the mirror, I started wondering if maybe I would be encouraging Frank a little more this evening then I was willing to admit. I was determined that if Frank pushed me tonight, anything that happened would be on my terms. Instead of my normal white cotton undergarments, I put on my sexiest, clip in the front bra and thong panties. With my newly shaven pussy, I could clearly see the outline of my lips under the thong. I managed to get the boys to the sitter and get to the club as requested, exactly at 7:30. I was surprised by the large crowd, most of who had worked with Tom for years and their spouses. It took a few minutes to find Tom. We were joined at a table by Frank, Joan, Henry and three other sales reps. Dinner was served promptly at 8. I was so nervous that I barely ate a thing. My big mistake was that in the hopes of finding my courage, I had too much to drink. Frank was absolutely charming as he shared some old war stories and kept the conversation going by seeming to be genuinely interested in everything that everyone said. You would have had a hard time comparing this man to the one that used me last Saturday. At 9 o'clock the music started and Frank caught me completely off guard when he asked Tom if he would share me for this first dance. Tom looked at me and assured Frank that I was capable of making those decisions for myself. I really had no choice but to let Frank take my hand and lead me to the dance floor. He turned out to be a very good dancer. I had my work cut out for me just trying to keep up with this man twice my age. After the third dance he returned me to the table without so much as leaving a finger print on me. He was absolutely charming and in spite of what he had done to me, I was beginning to think that I may have figured all wrong. The evening went wonderfully. I had multiple dance partners and even had some time to talk with Joan. Neither of us mentioned the prior Saturday's events. The crowd was thinning out and it must have been after midnight when Frank asked me for a last dance. They had been playing mostly slow songs which are about all the energy I had left. Frank led me over to the farthest corner of the dance floor and just when I was going to complement him for being such a gentleman, he pulled me closer than I was comfortable with and lifted my chin to his waiting mouth. As he kissed me on the lips, I decided that even though it was wrong for him to do that, I was going to take charge. Instead of pulling away, I opened my mouth and went in search of his tongue with mine. I was determined to do this my way. As startled as he appeared to be, he recovered quickly and locked my lips to his in a very long French kiss. He then proceeded to move his left hand between us. As he held me close with his right arm, he used the fingers of his left hand to start fondling my right tit. Without any sign of that timid little woman from last week, I grabbed him by the balls and told him that this was not the place for such behavior. Not knowing if it was because Tom was there, or if my bluff had worked, he backed off. Just as he did, I remembered my conversation with Tom about actually liking what Frank had done to me and about Tom encouraging me to date other men. Not knowing how to handle all these emotions, I asked him to wait here for me as I went to find Tom. Tom was sitting at the table talking to Joan and Henry. Almost everyone else had gone. I pulled Tom aside and whispered that if I could figure out how to make it happen, I was going to go home with Frank. Dumbfounded, my husband just started to say you mean.....I cut him off and said I would tell him everything in the morning but that if I was going to do this, it had to be now. Tom just said that he would see that Joan found a place to stay as he assured me that he was OK with what I was doing. As I left, I heard him ask Henry if he could escort Joan back to his place and not to ask any questions. I went back and found Frank. He had a completely puzzled look on his face. I took him by the hand and led him to my car. As I got behind the wheel, I told him that this was his lucky night. Not having a clue what I was talking about, I said rather bluntly, Joan is with Henry. I then proceeded to ask him if he had a key to their room. He finally figured out what I was saying. It was only a five minute drive to their hotel, but it took another ten minutes to find his room. By this time I had made up my mind that whatever happened, I wanted it to be on my terms and one way or another; I was going to both fuck Frank and go home in the morning to my husband and fulfill his fantasy. As we went into his room, I took his hand and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. I ran my fingers over his muscular arms and stomach and my juices were already starting to flow. As I unbuckled his slacks, Frank took my hands in his and pushed me back till I fell on the bed, with Frank sort of on top. He slowly undid the top two buttons of my blouse as he pulled my left breast free of its bra cup. He smothered my tit in kisses, paying special attention to my nipple and the large dark areola surrounding the nipple. He then licked his way around my breast finding each of the dozen or so freckles on my chest that Tom always paid special attention to. While I lay there moaning, Frank used his free hand to undo the rest of the buttons on my blouse. With no reason to stop him, I shifted slightly as he undid the clasp between my breasts. I then assisted him in removing my blouse and Bra so that he had access to my entire body from the waste up. He took both of my tits in his hands and squeezed them until it hurt. He then softly massaged each breast as my nipples got hard. He used his tongue and his teeth on my nipples until I was begging him to stop. His touch felt so good and so different that I was just lost in the doings of this man old enough to be my father. He knew just how much pressure to apply and then he knew just how far he could push the pain. He also knew exactly how to pleasure me with his fingers and his tongue. Just as I was thinking that I couldn't take it any longer, he pulled up my skirt and with his free hand, went to remove my panties. He had a big smile on his face as I saw him realize the cotton panties were gone and the thong was all there was between his left hand and my vagina. Without missing a stroke, he undid the clasp on my skirt and grabbed the front of the thong as he slowly pulled them down my legs. As he finished removing my thong, he reached up and spread my legs. Here I was completely naked, with my legs spread and my pussy shaved for this man that I didn't even know in a hotel room strewn with his wife's clothes all over the place. He removed his slacks and shorts as he climbed back on the bed. This time his total focus was on my pussy. He made it obvious that he knew I had shaved my pussy just for him. He pushed my legs as far apart as they would go and he moved down my body until he could use his tongue on my cunt. And use his tongue he did. He spread my outer lips with the fingers of one hand and then started working his tongue right into my hole. The feel of his tongue spreading me apart brought me to my first orgasm. All I could do was wrap my legs around his head and try to shove his entire head inside my cunt. It was so intense that I thought for a moment that I might suffocate this incredible man. When I finally came down, Frank kept me on the verge of one orgasm after another as he tongue fucked my cunt and pinched both of my tender nipples with his fingers. All I could do was lay there and enjoy what he was doing to me. Again he seemed to understand my body better than I did. Just as I was beginning to think I couldn't take anymore pleasure, Frank started kissing his way up my body. After paying special attention to both my nipples as he worked his way up my chest and my neck with wet kisses. Just as he reached my mouth, with his cock lined up perfectly with my female organ, Frank pushed forward. Without any tenderness, he just shoved his cock into my willing vagina until it would go no further. He stopped there and asked with a straight face if that is what I wanted. All I could say was FUCK ME PLEASE. For the next half hour or so, Frank pounded away at my cunt. I must have cum a dozen times but he just kept punishing my swollen cunt with his hard thrusts and his fingers pulling my nipples. Finally, I could feel him spasm as he dumped load after load of hot sperm deep inside my used pussy as he had a massive orgasm and collapsed with his full weight on top of me. Unlike Tom who could take an hour or more to get hard enough for seconds, Frank never got soft. As soon as he caught his breathe, he mounted me like an old horse and began pounding me right where he left off. Each thrust inside me would result in Frank crushing his pelvic bone into mine. He must have stayed hard for a couple of hours. By the time he was finally done, I had cum so many times that I couldn't count. I fell asleep in his arms and we spent the night taking turns waking each other up for more. As the sun came through the window, I woke to Frank between my legs cleaning my pussy with his tongue. Lying in a pool of dry sticky cum, I turned him on his back and after lowering my pussy down on his now hard manhood, proceeded to fuck him with me on top doing all the thrusting. I then used his cock as a lollypop as I cleaned every last bit of sperm from my new lover. With a houseful of people coming over for an all-day pool party, I figured I better get my butt in gear and go home to my husband. As I was getting in my car I saw Henry with his arm around Joan, returning her to the man that had just spent the entire night fucking me and her looking like she had been freshly fucked. By the time I got home, Tom was in full preparation mode. He hurried me off to a hot shower and suggested that he could wait till that evening to hear all about my adventure.